From: AzNPiKaPi <aznpikapi@aol.com.angel> Subject: [PW!] What, What is this? Date: Wednesday, May 19, 1999 5:48 PM Dev ran off away from Wind and the Rockets. He was confused now. Is Wind a part of Team Rocket? Is she safe with those people? Does she really ... love me? He thought back to that night at Club Shark a few days ago. Wind was with Brock...but... Devon found himself going through the gatehouse to Saffron City still sorting out his thoughts. Pulling out his notebook he sat on a bench and starting drawing a picture of the scenery. He felt a bit odd and he turned around. "Much insecurity in you young man." An old woman said. "What? What do you mean?" Devon said creeped out. The old woman pointed to her head. "I can see your thoughts child." "Yeah..." Dev quickly thought about how maybe Wind could read his mind. "No, she can't don't worry, only the highest of psychics can reach this point." The old woman couched. "What do you know about me?" Devon said, feeling unsettled. "Well, your mother was raped so you are an illegitimate child. Your older brother and your father never treated you right. Only your younger sister and your mother did. You were constantly teased because you were so different from your brother. Now you are 15, you couldn't take it anymore so you left with your two pokemon. Now you have four. Now you search for greatness, something that will cause people to swoon when you come back." Devon looked over at the woman in shock. "Maybe those drawings will help you." A pot clashed on the floor, a rowdy customer was arguing with a street vendor. Dev turned around and the old woman was gone. That old woman, just dumbed down my life to a paragraph. He thought back to went he went to school at pokemon tech. +-=Flashback=-+ "Hey Dev, why does Art get to take the expensive classes and you have to take the cheap public ones in the old building." A bully said. "Just because..." Dev said trying to walk away. "Cause he's a Bastard." Art said pushing his little brother. Art stroked his pale brown hair. Dev look at his black-brown locks of hair and his catlike face and scrawny body and cheap clothes (NS: Think a mixed Asian version of the guy in Shakespeare in Love ... woo hoo hoo). Art was a pure jock, his father provided him with "Just leave me alone." Devon grabbed his bag to run away. "What your gonna use your little baby jigglypuff to kill us all?" The boys circled him and beat him up. +-=End Flashback=-+ Dev stared into space. Fluffy his Jigglypuff was a lot tougher now. He remembered his father told him not to be a crybaby after that. His mother couldn't do anything, before it had taken her awhile persuading his father not to give him up or kick him out. So he left, and he got a lot stronger and taller, and got himself a bit of cash from an "uncle." He breathed deeply and walked into a pokemon center, nothing was unusual until he saw a small poster with Winds picture on it. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL? 5'7" 135 lbs. Black hair with gold streaks, Light brown eyes. Please contact Saffron Gym. Dev stepped back. Did Wind have a "hit" here? TBC! Sorry that sucked, don't have a lot of time. I'll be back on friday, unless I'm camping out for the pathom menace. "The world bites, live with it" Pen:brush:Keyboard:Paint. One day the mother weedle will have her revenge! =========-//> Wind Fireblade, Please send fanmail.<//-==========